Will you Stay?

Chapter 37

(Skipping classes cause all of them are boring to type. If you want classes and drama in them, comment below. Ill shut up now)

I finally walked out of my last class with Niall, Physical theory. I noticed that he was in most of my classes and he was sweet to me, in front of everyone.

We walked out of the building, hand in hand, with plenty eyes on us. Reminds me when the dating rumours of us went around.

We were laughing about our last lesson as Niall is being a child about the word 'lubrication', even though it wasn't sexual.

"Okay Niall" I laughed "It's just a word related to sex". He smiled at me "They can't just say that to UNI students and expect us not to make fun" he said, holding me closer.

I rolled my eyes "Maybe... They think as UNI students we would be...hmm I don't know more mature" I hinted.

Now he rolled his eyes "I don't think anything sex related is mature" he said matter- of - factly. I smiled, he's right I guess. He laughed again "What?" I ask now.

He smiled "The way she said it was funny 'Oh and the lubricants, my dear children" he mocked in a posh British tone. I let out a big laugh, not bothering to cover it up, happy that he didn't care.

"When you have sex children make sure your well lubricated" he continued, I could barely breath now, my stomach clenched form laughter and my cheeks hurt from smiling.

After a while we both let out a big breath and I realized we are near my dorm, remembering that I had to do the washing.

I whined like child "what?" he asked. "I have to do the washing" I explained. "Well come on" he encouraged, pulling me up the steps. "You want to watch me do the laundry?" I asked shocked.

He nodded "I see nothing wrong with it". I smiled, walking up to my room and grabbing the clothes hamper and walking back to the elevator down to the last floor that held storage and washing machines and dryers.

We made it to the level to see it was empty. The last level wasn't as bad as I first thought of it. When you walked into the machine room, it was a big rectangle room. When you walk in the first thing you see is a table with a coffee machine and one washing machine up against the wall. Following the washing machine are about 6 on the same wall, same on the opposite side of it and on the wall opposite the coffee machine. In the centre was a long bench, stretched out in front of all the machines. Lastly every washing machine had a drier hanging on top and that was about it.

I walked into the cold, familiar, concrete room, setting the hamper down on the edge of the bench, walking up to the first washing machine to turn it on. I turned back to Niall to see he has positioned himself right next to the hamper with his elbows resting on his bent knees, leaning forward.

"Told you it would be boring" I said, walking over to the hamper, pulling out the black clothes onto and chucking them in the washing machine like a game.

Niall shook his head "It's not boring....Yet" he joked. I smiled, adding softener and shutting the lid turning the machine on. Low rumbling echoed in the room, like a hum.

I sidestepped to the machine next to it and turned it on. I turned back to Niall, witnessing something so shocking.

Niall was pulling the coloured clothes out of the hamper and setting it next to him in a pile, but he seemed to stop when he came across a pair of Green and red stripped undies, actually my green and red stripped undies.

I quickly snatched them out of his hand and chucked them in the open machine, turning back to Niall, with a beat red face. "It's not nice to snatch" Niall smiled. "It's not nice to stare at girl's underwear" I smiled, leaping the short distance to the clothes on the bench and putting them in the machine.